Post by do on Aug 31, 2009 23:45:23 GMT -5
Earth Quarter
Gaia
Stardate: 21.09.2165
It felt like nine years ago all over again. Actually, it was worse. Back then there had been a sense of newness and pioneering that wasn't there now. Plus, what they had had to work with last time wasn't fried or half destroyed by phaser fire. It had been dismantled ship parts and the likes, all put together in a different fashion to build a new home. So it was assembling work, not involving having to try and fix and rebuild the systems with burnt relays and melted, twisted metals.
Though there was a feeling of accomplishment and pride at having repelled the enemy and survived to see a new day, the overall moral was down. There was much to do to bring the town back to a semi-functioning state again and there was also a lot of injured people. And many dead. More than the fledging colony could afford or could take without reeling at the loss.
The sun had set some time ago and as Sloane strained to see the panel she was working on, she decided to give it one last try and call it a night. Tomorrow would be bringing more of the same so she couldn't afford to be dead on her feet. She finished fixing the connection and pulled back. "Okay, let's try this, Henry."
"A second, sir." The Starfleet technician turned to the other people working on the power supply line for that part of Earth Quarter. His hand motioned them to clear it. "'Kay, Major. Go ahead."
Sloane took in a breath and held it as she powered up the system. The hum of energy filled the space around them as the LEDs shone brightly in the dim light. The flow was re-established and remained stable once it reached its nominated level.
"Now, we're talking," Sloane let out. "What's your reading?"
Henry ran the diagnostics and sent a grin her way. "All nominal." He looked down at his chart. "Alright people, this was the last one for tonight. Go grab a beer and hit the sack. I'll see you here at 0530hrs."
Crawling out of the narrow access hatch, Sloane stretched her back and rolled her shoulders. "Have a good night. And good work everyone." All 'Fleet types, Sloane had found it fairly easy to work with them today, leading some of the repairs without feeling like she was stepping on anyone's toes, but it still wasn't as easy going as working with her own. Still, it was a great team effort on everyone's part. She grabbed her gear and gave the group a wave.
The buzzing outside was dying down as darkness forced people indoors and by the time she reached Utopia Planetia, it was pretty deserted and damn eerie. She unlocked her door, dropping her tool bag to the side, and sank down on her sofa without even turning the lights on.
A flashing light on her desk drew her attention and she groaned. She hadn't had time to report to the colonel yet and this was most likely him checking in. Sloane pushed herself to her feet again and headed to the console. A bath, drink and a bite to eat then her bed. That's all she wanted right now. She logged in and checked her messages. Yep, the colonel, and many progress reports from MACO team leaders... and the gunnery sergeant. Damn. Buried as she had been in work, she hadn't given him the time of day since bumping into him at the hospital three days ago. And that reminded her. She should have dropped by the hospital on her way home this evening. Shit, shit. She would call Tom later.
She brought up Derick's message first.
*
So how to write an email without pissing off a MACO Major? Derick needed to write a book on this shit. Tennyson, HA HA. Tom could just kiss his butt. Instant guilt surfaced at that, since Derick hadn't had a chance to go check on Tom since this morning. Still, he figured he would have heard something, if not from 'Fleet security, then through the grapevine. Rubbing the towel over his damp hair, Derick sat at his desk in his room, staring at the padd like it was about to reveal the answer to life. He'd gone straight from the door to the bathroom, and into the shower. In fact, his uniform was still laying in a heap in there. A few minutes later, the padd still hadn't provided omnipotent wisdom so Derick sighed and keyed it on.
FROM: MarsRat
TO: S. McRae, Major
(Derick was half tempted to write the thing in Martian, just to expound on some of the frustration building up in him. No word! Not one. Not since they'd left Tom in the hospital after standing guard for him. She had his personal email - which they decided would be best - and yeah, everyone had been busy, but no time for a 5 minute howzit? Goddammit.)
Sloane;
How goes things? (Lame. Derick deleted it, shaking his head.)
How's it going? (Better.) Just got in from the Atkins farm. Spent the day in Earth Quarter, acting the packhorse for supplies to rebuild that row of houses that were taken out completely. I think that was you I saw doing the wiring. Remember, cut the blue wire. (Funny, big guy. Three days and no word and she'd been all for it back at the hospital. No word other than a rather comical exchange of:
"Major McRae."
"Gunnery Sergeant." Nod, nod, keep on walking. Not even a wink. Christ. What if she was having cold feet? Well, that just wouldn't do. Not at all. How many guys got their dream woman? Probably 10 percent, if that. And of that 10 percent, how many let that woman go because they couldn't handle her being a composed, guarded woman? Probably 5%. So that made... Derick grimaced. He hated math. Julian would know but he wasn't about to go bother his brother for some stupid statistic on dream women.)
So. What's up? With us? I know you've been busy, but this is a two way street. Like Tom said. Put me out of my misery, one way or another. (That last was a bit colder than Derick wanted and he deleted it.)
If you've decided to call it off, please let me know. I can understand if you don't want to risk this but make sure that's the reason. Please don't run from me.
(Running. She'd practically scampered away from him last time they met in one of those Three Stooges/Benny Hill skits like he'd had the plague. Fingers crossed, Derick hoped he was calling this one right.)
(Back to the message.)
You're tougher than that. You can face me, at least this one last time. It's about 2000 hours. I'm at home, watching a movie and sitting back with a beer.
DTR
Sighing, Derick re-read the message. Five more times. Finally, he hit the send key and leaned back in his chair before shifting tiredly to his feet in search of clean clothes.
*
Pulling away from the screen, Sloane let out another groan. She hadn't been dodging him; she had been busy. BUSY. They had a fucking colony to rebuild. What was this? Did she really want to hook up with someone who would always be whining about her work? Fuck. She unlaced then kicked off her boots across the room and they landed with a loud thud. She glanced at the other messages and decided on a beer first. And a shower. Too fucking stressed out for a bath now. Thanks to fucking Derick Rickman, who had managed to make her feel like a downright creep.
She downed half the bottle in one go before coming back up for air. She hadn't been a v o i d i n g him, damn it. As she got undressed and turned the shower on, she had to admit to herself that she had. A bit. "Bastard," she muttered as she moved under the spray. She wasn't running from him and she wasn't weak. Bloody hell.
She got on with soaping up as this internal conversation went on. Why did his message stung so much? It wasn't like she had ever paid attention to what people thought of her outside her work as a MACO. Why now? Why him? Get your fucking head out of your ass, will you? You know why. You like him. And there was truth in it. Actually, sister, he nailed it right on the head. That's what stung. He's a skirt-chasing son of a bitch that is more open and unafraid to go all out on his feelings than you.
Yeah, but I have to be the reasonable one here. Officers and enlisted. Bad mix. Bad idea. She slammed the shampoo bottle down. Excuses. She was making excuses and she knew it. She rinsed the suds off and got out.
Half an hour later, having caught up with Hayes and the other messages, Sloane was knocking on the door of one bloody obnoxious MACO gunny.
*
Clean sweats and a t-shirt always felt so great after a hot shower. Kicked back with War of the Worlds playing on the vidplayer, Derick honestly wasn't expecting to hear from anyone tonight. Even Sloane. So when the door was damn near taken down, it startled him to say the least. "Yeah?" he half-yelled, slapping the door controls to open it. Oh. Whoa.
"It's a fucking wonder Merrick hasn't popped you a new one by now, Rickman," Sloane growled as she pushed her way in.
"Come on in," Derick said in an overly polite, sarcastic manner. "He knows I can kick his ass." Keying the door, it swooshed shut behind him. Well, this was an obvious sign she'd received his email. In civilian clothes and.. Derick inhaled. Clean. Right out of the shower, if he was up to par on his smell.
Sloane snorted and crossed her arms over her chest. "Then maybe you should stick to that instead of trying your hand at writing." As soon as it left her, she regretted it. She could be such a bitch.
"I'm MACO, not Lord Fucking Tennyson," Derick replied, nettled slightly.
"Then quit trying to psychoanalyse me," she shot right back.
"Psychoanalyse you?" Derick chuckled and took a draw off his beer. "Nope. I was calling it how I was seeing it," he said, trying not to lose his temper or his restraint. She was incredible when she was hot under the collar, cheeks flushed, eyes literally flashing and it was calling to him, almost like it had that night.
"As you see it, huh? Not messed up enough out there for you to warrant your full attention for the moment? You think the people who still don't have a roof over their heads or power to their homes would like to know it's because a MACO major has been too busy making sure her new boyfriend isn't feeling neglected instead of working her butt off to fix things up?" Sloane spat back and nearly choked. Boyfriend. She had called him 'boyfriend'? With a groan, she pulled a face before looking away. "I wasn't running from you."
"You weren't? Seemed like it." Derick wasn't about to let her get under his skin with that remark about Gaia's needs. He wasn't being fucking selfish and needy, as she was suggesting. "Hell, it couldn't have been more obvious. I'd approach you and you would make a left flank and disappear. How do you know I wasn't coming to you for the electrical diagrams you guys gave us packhorses so we could put up the new walls without frying ourselves?"
Shit. Sloane glanced his way. "Alright. I might have gone a bit too much the other way," she admitted.
"Might have." Taking another draw off his beer, Derick let out a long sigh and this time, it was him looking away from her. "If you want to call it quits... Sloane..." Had he earned that right to address her by her first name? Funny thing to ask now, big guy. "Tell me." Blue eyes went back to her before refocusing on the couch. "If that's what this is about, then tell me," he said quietly. "But don't make excuses to me and don't avoid me. Please." The last was more sincere than Derick wanted to admit at the moment, but the thought was almost crushing his insides.
She opened her mouth to give him a buck standard reply, denying everything he was accusing her of, but even if it wasn't all true, part of it was. "I don't." Those two words left her loud and clear before her voice tapered off. "I'm just..." She sighed. "Think that it's just an other excuse if you want but the last thing I wanna do is get you into trouble." Sloane figured as a higher-rank, if found out, she might get away with it... that and Hayes. But as she thought on that she realised that Hayes might decide to not go soft on her at all - if the cargo bay episode had any real basis. Yeah, scratch that. He'd probably make an example of her and go after Rickman even more.
"And the condition of Gaia is also a real issue. I'm sorry. I get sucked into things and I forget about the rest... that said, I'm..." Fuck, why was it so hard. She had made her decision, why was it still like pulling teeth? "I'm not used to open up, Derick. And now juggling with having to hide it and not hide it..." Hell, she probably wasn't making any sense.
Though intense, Derick followed her thought pattern to a 'T', inwardly kicking himself for making her upset like this. Rubbing his face for a moment, he sighed. Dammit. Put that way and yeah, her reticence made sense. "Would you like something to drink?" he asked, changing the subject for the moment because he wasn't sure how to respond. Not when he couldn't tell whether the urge to hold Sloane came from his body or from the real need to comfort her.
"Sure," Sloane replied automatically, still tightly wound up, as she glanced around his lounge room. She hadn't noticed much about the place the last time.
"You want a beer or something else?" Derick asked, heading into the kitchen, rubbing his face again. The day had promised to be a long one, he knew that... just not this long.
"A beer will do." She watched him move, then turned to the screen and the old sci-fi movie that was on. Alien invasion. How appropriate.
A minute later, Derick handed Sloane a chilled bottle of beer, top off. "Look, Sloane..." His voice died off and he sighed as he indicated the sofa. "Forgot my manners...have a seat," Derick said, giving her a sheepish look as he reclaimed his on the end.
Feeling awkward, she eyed the three-seater and wondered where to sit. Where was it appropriate? This was behind closed doors, right? She took a swig and took a seat bang in the middle, next to him. "Sorry for biting your head off. You had a right to ask..."
"Yes, I do." Derick dared a hand to Sloane's jaw as he turned to face her. Pulling the back of his fingers against her soft skin, the touch was barely a whisper of what he wanted, how much he wanted. "I can be patient, Sloane. I just need to know what your decision is," Derick said, his voice low and soft.
"I want this... I do." But her voice was still wavering as she was still fighting internally with her well-engrained need to protect herself from losing someone else and her new need to stop waiting and seize the day, so to speak. The Yipikah, the planet-killer and the Klingon attack were all reminders of how short time could be but also of how much she could lose if she let anyone in.
"Good." His hand settled on her neck, his thumb idly brushing against it. Derick couldn't help it. He'd wanted to have Sloane in his arms from the instant he saw her at the hospital. To remind himself that he was still alive. But this quiet touch would do. "You want to stay and watch the movie with me?"
"'Kay." But even as she said this, she leaned in his touch, her interest in the movie a bare minimum. Her eyes locked on his, she moved closer so her hand could reach the back of his head and pull him forward. She stopped when her lips were barely apart from his and she could feel his warm breath on her face.
A thrill rushed through Derick so fast he couldn't place it and he closed the scant distance between them in a hurry, as if she might disappear if he dared to wait any longer. Only a heartbeat was needed and Derick leaned into Sloane, lips and tongue kissing and tasting her, his free hand finding hers. Good god, everything he remembered and dared not to forget on a whim... she was his.
Oh yeah, she had missed this. Him.
Annoyed with the bottle in her hand, she groaned at having to pull back to discard it to the coffee table. Turning back to Derick, her pulse rate quickened and her throat dried up just by witnessing the look on his face. She lunged herself at him, mouth fastening back on his and, as she deepened the kiss, a moan at the back of her throat, she shifted to climb on his lap.
Derick didn't need to say anything. His body was welcoming her back in its own way as she straddled him, cock going hard against the heat that was exuding from Sloane. The smoothly muscled thighs under his hands were gripped tightly, fingers flexing into them before Derick pulled Sloane tightly to him with one hand, his fingers immersed in raven coloured hair. "Damn...." he breathed, the two of them coming up for air but even that was too long. Derick nipped at Sloane's chin, his hand sliding up that toned thigh to cup her rear.
Sloane chuckled. "I had begun to think I had only dreamt this thing between us..." But no. It was still there, the connection. Urgent and potent.
Smiling, Derick licked her neck, his fingers sliding down the back of her pants. "That makes two of us," he replied, pulling her forehead to his. "It was all I could think about..." he admitted.
"You were on my mind way too much," she said, wanting to return some personal admission of her own. "Still want to watch that movie?" Trademark smirk before she kissed the corner of his mouth teasingly.
Playfully, Derick chased down her mouth and kissed her, holding her head in both hands this time. "Only... " Another kiss on her lower lip. "If you do," he said, pulling back the collar of her shirt to kiss the bone there.
"I'm back on duty a 0500." A simple statement she hoped underlined everything. Time was of the essence, a pace their relationship would be governed by.
"So is that a..." Derick kissed his way up to her ear, where he bit her ear lobe gently with his teeth. "A fuck me now, Rickman, so we can sleep already?" he asked with a grin. "Because we both have to be up at 0500 and reporting to our respective work sites?
Sloane returned a sheepish grin. "That and... well, make it more like a 0400 wake up call for me." Her hand snaked its way down to his groin and, squeezing what it found there, Sloane's grin turned wicked, her eyes darkening. "But you got the gist and so does he."
Blue eyes turned grey under her touch and Derick claimed that mouth again as he tugged her shirt out of her pants. "Mm.. I hate to do this, but Jules could be home anytime," Derick said, kissing her again. "C'mon," he said, shifting forward for her to get to her feet.
Sloane stood up and extended her hand to him. She needed the contact. Despite having rehashed this and decided, as soon as there was some space between them, she was starting to question herself again.
Getting to his feet, Derick took Sloane's hand and pulled her tightly against him, his free hand snaking around to cup her rear. Chuckling, he leaned down for a kiss, making her walk backwards.
She grinned back. "Don't bump me into anything too hard... unless it's what I want." Letting his hand go, hers went to meet behind his neck and she pressed her chest against his.
Grinning, he purposely backed Sloane into the oncoming wall, thrusting his hips against hers as he nipped her neck. "Not like this?" he teased in her ear, tongue flicking across it.
"Déjà vu." But Sloane didn't mind it at all. "Last time..." A shuddering breath. "...it was your front door." God, she could and would have stripped and fucked him right there too. Tonight wasn't any different. She tilted her head to give him better access, his touch there giving her delicious shivers.
Remaining there a minute, Derick thrust his hips against her again, testing the waters so to speak as his hand gripped her incredible ass. "Eventually, we'll get every wall in here," he chuckled, nipping at her neck again as he moved them off the wall. That thrust against her had put his groin in overdrive, tightening his cock hard and overwhelming him with the need to be inside her. No more playing. Not tonight. Growling as a rush of desire overswept him, Derick got them to his room quickly, hands already working on Sloane's jeans.
"In a rush so we can get to the sleeping part?" she teased while she held her hands away from her body, giving him a chance to undress her.
"In a rush to do this," Derick replied, closing his mouth over hers as he dropped his fingers into her pants, between her legs where she was damp already. "Damn woman..." he breathed, nipping her lower lip.
"What can I say? Maybe I'm in a rush too." Another teasing smile and then she attacked his own jeans.
"Just take my pants off, woman," Derick teased, working on her shirt and freeing her hair from it. As soon as he was freed, Derick kissed Sloane again, deeply and urgently as he cupped a soft breast in one hand, his thumb teasing over her nipple.
"Derick," Sloane let out breathily, as she tensed under the touch, all her senses firing. His jeans fell to the ground and she used her foot to work them off him as her hand found his cock. "Oh, hell," she groaned softly. "What are you planning on doing with this, big boy?"
"Show you I'm not a boy," Derick winked, moving his foot to help her finish with his jeans. Grinning, he hooked his leg around hers and dropped them both to the bed, his elbows catching most of him as he kissed her again. His cock didn't need any guidance towards her centre. All that heat and moisture made Derick growl as the head pushed inside. "Christ, Sloane..." he breathed, eyes closing for a moment as he sighed in contentment.
Sloane clenched her eyes shut, wanting to narrow down her attention to feeling Derick only. She had been dreaming of this almost every goddamn night. This was as good as she remembered. Was that even possible? There first time had been bloody brilliant. Slowly she shifted her legs to go around his and her hips started to move toward him, trying to take more of him in. "Pash, bashu."
There was not much resistance, though she was snug enough for him to feel the slick flesh around his cock. Smiling, delightfully giddy at all of this, Derick laced his fingers into one of her hands as the need inside him took over and he pulled out only to claim her again. No, she hadn't been a figment of his imagination and good god, she felt wonderful. Her skin against his, soft and scented, her legs around him. "Jesus you feel good, Sloane," Derick whispered against those pouty lips that had driven him crazy for weeks now. "So good," he commented on the end of another thrust.
Blinking her eyes open, they locked on his. "You too." His long, slow strokes in and out were making her moan and move under him. Her hands were caressing his back, following the play of muscles under his warm skin. He was so damn sexy. "Your ankle okay?"
"Mm-hmm," Derick replied, his pace steadying out as he found it. One hand caressed the length of her side, finding and closing on Sloane's thigh up over his hip. "Went away," he said, giving a short answer as he kissed her, blue eyes staying on hers, rhythm dictating his words.
Already terribly aroused, she knew she could reach her peak very soon. He could take her there with very little effort. Just to think how far from this place she was in her mind just a few hours ago made her appreciate it all the more. So steadily she climbed, moving with him, arching under his touch, hands feeling his body like a sculptor would studying a piece, until she was gasping and clenching around him rhythmically. "I'm close..." she breathed out.
Aching with the need to release, Derick felt her hands trailing heat across his skin until every touch jangled against his nerves in a path straight to his cock, straight to his swollen, tight sac. His eyes, normally blue, were grey with lust, a stormy, dark grey in which he could see only Sloane. "Come for me," Derick whispered in her ear with a soft groan. "Come for me, bashu..." His voice hitched and there was a plea on the last word as his stomach muscles clenched in anticipation.
"Hell, Derick" Sloane moaned before she whimpered and started moving hard and fast against him. Soon she was quickening around him and what had been lust and sexual pleasure until then became more in that instant. That link. A communion, body and soul. "Aw yes!" Her eyes rolled back, hands clutching at his thigh and back.
"Sloane!" That was the only thing Derick got out, as her orgasm drew him in, drowned him in quickening, clenching, draining pleasure that jangled his spine. "God, Sloane!" His voice was rough as he rode each wave she caused to streak through him with more frantic thrusts of his hips, filling all that lovely heat with his seed. Breathing hard, Derick kissed Sloane fiercely, passionately as he drifted in orbit with her.
'Oh, baby,' she mouthed against his lips, almost desperate, before she returned his kiss, pushing her tongue in to find his. Instead of relaxing, she felt the need to cling to him and so she did, legs locked tight on his hips, one hand clenching on his shoulder blade, nails digging, and the other sinking in his hair at the base of his skull.
"Sloane..." Derick whispered, a masculine whimper as he pushed a hand under her shoulders to hold her even tighter to him. He couldn't get enough of her, couldn't touch her enough. Nuzzling his cheek against her, Derick sighed contentedly again, happy to stay like this all night in a liquefied, boneless state of grace.
When she had caught her breath some, she raised her head to kiss his neck and suck on the skin, wanting to leave a mark. Letting her head fall back down to the mattress, Sloane regarded him. "I wish we didn't have to hide this..." Already, it was strong; it felt right to her. And they were going to have to behave like it was a stigmata.
"Well, I won't be able to hide that," Derick nuzzled against her cheek, his weight relaxing onto her. "God you feel so good, Sloane." Her words caused a surge of rebellion in him. When there were so few humans left, so many people left bereft of love and peace, how could the powers that be dictate who people could be with? How dare they? Shifting to his hands, Derick pulled out of her, giving her a tender kiss as he did so.
"It's below your collar." She gave him a warm smile and wink before she started to push him to the side so she could sit up.
"I wanted to show it off," Derick chuckled, letting his hands caress what he could touch as she moved. "You're staying the night, right?" he asked, kissing her shoulder.
"I'd like to." Still unsure about how their 'thing' should go. She wasn't used to this at all. Not when it had meaning. Grabbing his t-shirt from the floor, she glanced his way before putting it on. "Pit stop if that's alright..." she explained, heading for the door. Given Derick's height, the t-shirt easily reached mid-thighs. Wouldn't be a problem should she bump into Julian.
"Of course," Derick replied, distracted by her in his t-shirt. He'd always found that so sexy. Pushing back towards the pillows, Derick rearranged them into something resembling order and settled back into them. This night seemed surreal, like any moment now, he'd wake up.
Sloane soon came back with a glass of water, which she offered to Derick. Now in bed, the man was was slumped comfortably against the pillows, covers thrown back and showing all of his... attributes. Undoing her hair from the messed up braid, she stood there watching him, a small, appraising smile on her face.
Wow... he didn't recall seeing her hair down last time either and upon setting the glass down, Derick held his hand out to her, an almost reverent smile on his face. "I'd like you to stay too," he said quietly.
She slipped her hand in his and climbed into bed next to him. As she settled against him, lying on her side, part of her body covering his, she gazed up at his face. "You look like a cat who got the cream."
Brushing some of her hair from her face, Derick studied the raven locks until it fell from his fingers. "That makes two of us," he replied with an all too satisfied grin. Reaching for the covers, Derick shifted a leg between hers and settled the blankets over them. "Thank you for staying," he said.
"Thanks for having me." A contented sigh left Sloane as she burrowed in close, nuzzling his neck while her hand lazily caressed his chest. The hard work from the emotional last few days made her heavy-lidded and her limbs feel like lead. "Tell me about Mars. About Charlie..." She stretched slowly, pressed against Derick. "How did you meet him?"
Derick tightened his arm around Sloane's shoulders, his hand drifting back and forth across her shoulder as he smiled, eyelids already heavy. "My.. father used to go to his bar and one night he took me with him. Caught me picking pockets." Charlie hadn't told his father. Not when Derick had explained and Charlie had been surprised to learn Thom had another son, let alone the fact they were twins.
"Did he really? Aw, Derick..." Sloane grinned, trying to imagine Charlie's reaction. She also got the feeling it was a hard subject for Derick. She didn't mean to stir up unhappy memories. From their night at the Beasts weeks ago, she had gotten the impression Charlie was a good memory, but maybe she had read wrong.
"Aw Derick nothing...he made me suffer," Derick chuckled, looking down at her. "What about you?"
"Me... well." Sloane hesitated then finally said, with a little shame in her voice, "In a brawl."
Derick tried not to laugh. Honestly. But in the end, he gave up and shifted so he could watch her better. "In a brawl?" he repeated, leaning forward to kiss her lip.
She cleared her throat. "Laugh it up. It was so embarrassing after the fact. We trashed the place," she said with a wince.
Chuckling, Derick pulled her closer to him. "When was this? Must have been some fight," he said appreciatively. "Charlie doesn't let anyone trash his place."
"Back in '53. And yeah, some fight." It had been bloody and nasty alright. Nothing had survived without being damaged in some fashion. "Charlie broke my arm." Sloane shrugged before her eyes sparkled with mischief. "That's how I got the pool lessons out of him."
"Charlie broke your arm?" Derick couldn't help it; he chuckled again. Shifting one of his legs further up between hers, he grinned at her. "So what happened? You know you have to tell me now..."
Sloane adjusted her position and moved her crotch along his thigh like there was nothing to it. "He realised I had been trying to save his ass after all. You see, there was this street gang trying to choke his business, well, the whole neighbourhood really. "Turned out me and my squad put an end to it. But we were out of uniform, and from Charlie's perspective, we were just two gangs choosing his digs to fight it out. He and his shotgun fought back indiscriminately. The old guy, he was rarely ever wrong about anything, but he could never get over the fact he had called that one bad..."
"You're lucky you weren't shot," Derick replied, shifting his leg against her again to see what she would do. Couldn't help it, Sloane rubbing against him like that, soft curls brushing against his skin and a warmth he was drawn to. A flush raced across his skin and straight to his cock, making him semi hard. "But no, he was rarely wrong about anything," Derick replied, his voice a bit huskier.
"I miss him. I miss Mars too, in some sick way. So why were you playing pickpocket, young man?" Again, as she spoke, she moved, her face never letting on of what was happening under the covers. In response to Derick's leg playing between hers, her hand left his belly and traced the path of hair leading down to his groin. She tickled with a light touch her fingers the patch of hair there before moving to each hip and thigh.
Derick shrugged but his response was delayed as Sloane's fingers made his cock tighten even more. "I was... Jules needed shoes and my father wouldn't buy them. Charlie said if I needed money bad enough to steal it, he'd offer me a chance to earn it legitimately. Put me to work washing dishes." Another wave of pleasure rode through him and by now he was definitely hard.
She carried on ignoring his cock as she listened to him, but not his leg, which she smeared with her wetness as she brushed her sex along it again, slowly. How she could get excited talking about broken arms and fathers who refused their kids basic items of clothing, she didn't know, but she was all the same. Excited, hot and bothered. "Decent of Charlie, but what was the deal with your dad? You always had to looked after your brother?"
The dampness drying on his skin made Derick inhale deeply as he nodded. "Pretty much, until we got into foster care," he said roughly, wondering what she would think if he rolled her onto her back. Forget that. With a grin, he shifted his hand to Sloane's rear and neatly rolled them both over so that Derick was pinning her with his weight, his cock hard and ready.
Foster care? Call it an amazing capacity to multitask as she carried on processing the conversation while her body was trying to go into a total different direction. "I'm sorry," Sloane let out, her voice a little too husky for the subject. Desire burned in her eyes too as she gaze into Derick's face above hers.
Rolling his hips against her, Derick lipped at Sloane's chin. "Don't be," he said, his voice practically purring in the silence hanging around them.
Sloane sighed, her breathing picking up, and she pulled him down into a kiss. Her hips moved with his, teasing the length of his cock with her swollen folds.
Groaning softly, Derick returned the kiss, waiting until she'd positioned just right before pushing into her, his hips guiding his stiff cock into the warm pleasure between Sloane's legs. "Sloane..." Derick whispered, lust riding his tone. "Do you want me again?"
Sloane chuckled and nipped at his nose. "A bit late to ask, wouldn't you say? That said, if you have to ask, I'm probably doing something wrong..."
Derick didn't speak; he simply grinned and captured that incredible mouth again as her slickness allowed him to enter her deep and full. "You feel so good," Derick murmured.
Undulating beneath him, eyes half-closed, Sloane moaned her appreciation. "Not bad yourself. God, Derick." He filled her so good. Silk and smooth. Hot and hard. Her hands found his rear and she squeezed his cheeks, pulling him to her.
"Nails..." Derick lipped her chin as his hips continued, his teeth settling over her skin.
Sloane obliged as a rush of heat flooded her centre. Her hands squeezed harder, pulling and parting his luscious behind, and her fingernails dug in the flesh as asked.
"Yes..." Derick growled, smiling as he claimed her mouth, rough and demanding ownership as he slid a hand down her side, around that rear to her thigh over his hip. "Too sweet, bashu..." he murmured, Mars thick on his voice.
"More." Sloane smiled back, remembering what she had demanded of him that first night outside his place, then again once indoors. More. Her legs spreading wider, her hips met his thrusts, taking him in to the hilt, her breath hitching on every in-stroke. Her grip on his sweet ass changed and, straining to reach, one of her fingers brushed against his anus, teasing and testing.
Christ...Derick caught Sloane's hand in his. "Unh-uh," he replied, pinning her hand over her head, fingers locked around her slim wrist. That did -not- feel good, he convinced himself as he kissed her again, tongue making the demands now.
She let him take the lead and kiss her as he pleased, but when he pulled back for air, she gave him a cocky grin. "Didn't like that, Big Boy? Too much?"
Giving her a withering look, Derick thrust deep into Sloane, harder that time. Harder again. "Maybe I should pin your other hand, just in case you get ideas," he teased, biting along her shoulder.
"I think you like it," she let out with a wicked grin, her words punctuated by his strokes.
"I do not..." Derick replied as he bit her again. "Wench.."
Sloane shuddered at the feel of teeth and decided to pay him back. Her hand slid between his buttocks, and pressed and rubbed his puckered opening. "Just say it, baby. No shame in it," she breathed near his ear.
"Sloane.." Derick gritted his teeth against the sensation it caused, wondering why in hell it -did- feel good when it wasn't supposed to. "Please..." he whispered, feeling just that: shame.
She continued her slow movements, no prodding, just a caress and a little bit of pressure. She had taken him there the first time. Had never done that with a first time lover before. Somehow too vulnerable a position for her, but there was something that made him trust him. And it did feel good. And on him right now, it was incredible as every twitch he made under her touch, she was feeling his cock roughly jerk in deeper. "Please what? Tell me."
Yeah, please what....what? Derick groaned, the pleasure coursing through him at war with his head. "Sloane... please...." What would she think of him? Men weren't supposed to like this...but fuck a dead chicken, it felt damn good. Growling because he couldn't find the words, Derick flexed his fingers into her thigh, eyes shut. This.. thing.. she was doing was taking him down fast.
"Trust me." She twisted her arm so he would let go of her wrist.
Trust. Yes, of course he trusted Sloane. All this warring within reflected in his eyes as Derick lifted his head to look into hers. Trust. Yes...he trusted her but.. this... with a groan, Derick let go of her hand, burying his face in her neck.
"Hey," Sloane whispered, "you tell me to stop and I will." Her hand now free slid in between their bodies to find where they were joined. Her fingers encircled his cock, giving it a playful squeeze, before she soaked them with her own arousal. She went further, careful of his tight sac, and found his anus. Her other hand moved out of the way, leaving her slippery fingers take over. She resumed the caress in a circular motion, waiting for the moment when he would sufficiently relax.
"I trust you," Derick whispered, his forehead pressed against her cheek. "I trust you, bashu," he said, licking her ear. This was new, so new that the irony wasn't lost on Derick. How many times had he been in the position, coaxing a girl to let him do what he wanted? Too many...and now, the one woman he found he trusted above all else. Part of him felt weak, shameful while the other part of him wanted to be liberated.
"Thank you." Sloane kissed his jaw. "You're gonna love this, I promise, bashu." The only other man she had done this with had passed out, it had been so intense. So much so that Sloane had wished she had a prostate that could be touched and tickled in that way. She started moving her hips again, teasing his erection and keeping him aroused, and finally he felt prepared enough to her. She removed her hand from between them as the first one went back to the task, but this time, she pushed a finger in. With all the moisture, it slipped in fairly easily. "Bear down," she whispered, a hand on his hip to stay him, when she felt the first sign of resistance. "That's it." She pushed in a little further and pulled back. She teased him that way for some time, hoping he would ask for more.
Oh hell... "God, Sloane..." Derick's voice hitched on her name and he swallowed thickly. "More, baby..." he murmured, eyes closed, a quirk of a smile hiding on his lips. "Mmm.. Sloane..."
"Damn you're one sexy man, Derick," Sloane panted as she watched his face and the waves of emotions on it. She carefully worked a second finger in, sliding down a bit for better access but also taking in more of his cock. It was rock hard and bigger than she had ever felt it. "You made me feel so good last time, I wanted you to feel this..." In and out, her fingers carried on working him, stretching his tight passage. "So hot." She pushed in further, the tip of a digit finally brushing against a mass.
Something jerked along his spine and Derick gasped, sucking in his breath with a guttural noise as his nerve endings suddenly turned upside down. "D-damn.. Sloane!" he breathed, barely able to remember where he was. Shit, she wasn't joking.
Bingo. "You like?" She repeated the touch, a wide grin on her face.
"Like..." Derick panted, trying to maintain control. "Christ, Sloane...Don't.. no.. I'm going to come if you keep doing that," he finally got out through gritted teeth. "Yeah..."
"That's the idea, bashu." She licked his neck and jaw before fastening on his mouth. She was demanding but her touch to his rear remained careful and slow if relentless. A third finger joined the others and she carried on stroking in and out, every once in a while teasing that oh so touchy prostate gland.
Falling into her demands, Derick kept his rhythm with his hips, though he could feel his orgasm coming on. His thighs were strained, back taut. "Sloane..." Derick finally whispered, desperation in his voice. "Come for me.. pash... " he pleaded, some part of his mind hoping she didn't find him weak for wanting their climax together, for not wanting to go before her. "Pash..."
"Derick..." Sloane teased his ear with her tongue. "You come for me, ay-mer. I'm right behind you, I promise." She knew the moment he would go in this way, she too would find completion, and if she didn't, well, it was damn worth it. So she carried on, speeding up her thrusting fingers, keeping them in opposite sync to his cock so whenever he pulled out of her, he impaled himself on her digits. Her touch within was more intense now, almost incessant. "You ready?" Sloane asked in a rough voice after a while, knowing by now he would be impossibly near.
Grimacing, face half contorted with control, Derick buried his head against her sweat-sheened skin. "Pash...." he pleaded, panting. "Pash...jesussloane...!" His world, literally, turned inside out as Derick's voice choked off as he came splendidly, forcefully inside Sloane with a soft grunt for each thrust. "Godsloane...oh jesus..." he panted, hips riding each swell of pleasure inside him.
Her every caress translating back to her through his cock got her so close that she had to bite the inside of her cheek not to lose it before he did and cry out in the process. Therefore, when his first jerky move came, driving him so deep he hit her cervix, it tipped her over the edge with a loud groan. "Oh, wi, bashu! Just like that..."
"Sloane..jesus baby," he whispered fervently, voice accented with every push to claim Sloane's body. Christ, he was shaking...shaking! His thighs felt so weak and if Derick thought he'd felt boneless earlier, that was nothing compared to this. With a soft, masculine whimper, Derick submitted to Sloane, kissing her as tenderly as he dared, his hips still moving to drain his cock deep into her.
Her muscles still rippling tightly around his cock, Sloane responded to his movements with her hips. She slowly pulled her fingers out as her other hand caressed his back. "Shhh, bashu. Zo-zo..." she let out softly, the tongue from Mars coming to her without thinking.
Moaning as her fingers left him, Derick buried his face in her neck, licking and tasting her skin, nuzzling gently against her. "Sloane...oh my god..." he breathed, resting his weight against her.
"Worth it?" she teased him after a moment, rolling him off of her. Sloane moved with him, turning on her side to face him. Her hand went to caress his face, play in his hair while her eyes sought his. "Tell me, Derick. I didn't hurt you?"
"Hurt me?" Derick blinked, shaking off the last of that incredible, mind blowing orgasm. "No, bashu... not at all," he said, cupping her chin in his hand and kissing her forehead. "Not at all." Christ, she was gorgeous. Leaning forward, Derick pulled a strand of hair off her cheek and kissed her to convey his feelings.
Sloane gave him a warm smile before moving in closer to nuzzle his neck. "You're quite a man," she murmured, his show of trust not lost on her. With a long, slow sigh, Sloane pushed her leg between his and draped an arm over his ribs. Beyond that, she didn't think she could move. "I'm gonna doze off now," she let out quietly when she realised exhaustion had finally caught up with her and there was no way in hell she could fight it off any longer.
At this moment, Derick was quite inclined to agree with her. "Night, ay-mer," he said quietly, eyelids too heavy to do anything but shift half way open as he settled his arms around her, his cheek against the top of her head. After that he lost all thought, up until the alarm went off in the morning and he was still in the same position, Sloane not having moved apparently in the night. She felt good against him, like she fit just there, head above his pec and arm slung across his midsection and yes, her hair.. in a most un-McRae fashion, was spread all over her, her face and his chest. Yawning, Derick half nudged, half rubbed her shoulder. "Sloane? Time to get up..." A smile because he was too damn perky in the morning.
Sloane cracked an eye open, suppressing her waking instincts to jump straight out of bed. There was no need to. She knew where she was and with whom. And so she groaned, wishing she didn't have to run out to go shower and jump into her uniform. "Tell me it's 0400 and I have a few minutes to hit my place..." she asked, her voice roughened by sleep. She blinked and looked down at their entwined bodies. Yeah, she could get used to this alright. Glancing up, she was met by big baby blues and a hundred-watt smile. "I see you're awake..." she mumbled, dazzled, as her hand found another bit of him that was too.
Growling softly, Derick stilled her hand from over the blankets and kissed her forehead. "It is 0400," he replied, amused. "And yeah, you have some time to hit your place." Moving his arm to encircled her, he hugged her tightly.
"Okay," she chuckled at his reaction. "Was just checking... missed you in the morning last time." Though in truth, when she had woken up and stole away, it had been much later than it was now. But he'd been sound asleep then. She returned the hug, her arms around his neck and shoulders, then pulled away and kissed him on the mouth. "I'll see you later." She rolled away to sit up and get going.
"You better," Derick grinned back, taking the moment to watch her move under his t-shirt, how she stripped it off and started searching for her clothes. "I probably won't be back until late. My unit starts on the space port today," he said.
Pulling on her jeans, Sloane glanced up his way. "I can't guarantee tonight, Derick." She hoped he would understand she wasn't giving him the brush off. "I need to check in first. I don't know what's my rest of the day will be like once we've completed the Utopia re-wiring. I could be back on the NX-01." Buttoned up, she grabbed her bra and squeezed in before slipping into her top. "But I'll let you know." Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she started on her boots.
Sitting up behind her, Derick kissed the back of Sloane's neck. "I'm not asking for a guarantee," he replied softly. "Just letting you know I can't guarantee it either," There was amusement in his voice. "..and that I'm not blowing you off." Another kiss to the back of her neck.
"You better," she echoed his own words with a grin and closed her eyes for a moment, giving in to his touch. "Alright, I better go."
"Be careful," Derick replied, pulling her back so he could reach her mouth for one final kiss, a deep one that involved his tongue.
Sloane moaned appreciatively before pulling back. What she'd give to get back into that bed right now. "You too, packhorse. Don't want to do your back in."
"Nah, I'll be fine. Me-big MACO..." Derick grunted for effect as he let her go, waiting for her to move before he got up. He had time for a quick shower and hopefully, there would be hot water today.
"Yeah, I know." Sloane gave him a wink and out she went on the double.
Chuckling, Derick headed for the shower and twenty minutes later, with one of Julian's muffins in his hand, he headed out to his own reporting station.
...
OOC:
Martian graciously supplied by Jenn:
pash - please
bashu - baby
ay-mer - love
zo-zo: 'It's okay' - it's the comforting sound, and not the words.. like what a mother would say to a child. Also common to and used in very intimate situations.
Gaia
Stardate: 21.09.2165
It felt like nine years ago all over again. Actually, it was worse. Back then there had been a sense of newness and pioneering that wasn't there now. Plus, what they had had to work with last time wasn't fried or half destroyed by phaser fire. It had been dismantled ship parts and the likes, all put together in a different fashion to build a new home. So it was assembling work, not involving having to try and fix and rebuild the systems with burnt relays and melted, twisted metals.
Though there was a feeling of accomplishment and pride at having repelled the enemy and survived to see a new day, the overall moral was down. There was much to do to bring the town back to a semi-functioning state again and there was also a lot of injured people. And many dead. More than the fledging colony could afford or could take without reeling at the loss.
The sun had set some time ago and as Sloane strained to see the panel she was working on, she decided to give it one last try and call it a night. Tomorrow would be bringing more of the same so she couldn't afford to be dead on her feet. She finished fixing the connection and pulled back. "Okay, let's try this, Henry."
"A second, sir." The Starfleet technician turned to the other people working on the power supply line for that part of Earth Quarter. His hand motioned them to clear it. "'Kay, Major. Go ahead."
Sloane took in a breath and held it as she powered up the system. The hum of energy filled the space around them as the LEDs shone brightly in the dim light. The flow was re-established and remained stable once it reached its nominated level.
"Now, we're talking," Sloane let out. "What's your reading?"
Henry ran the diagnostics and sent a grin her way. "All nominal." He looked down at his chart. "Alright people, this was the last one for tonight. Go grab a beer and hit the sack. I'll see you here at 0530hrs."
Crawling out of the narrow access hatch, Sloane stretched her back and rolled her shoulders. "Have a good night. And good work everyone." All 'Fleet types, Sloane had found it fairly easy to work with them today, leading some of the repairs without feeling like she was stepping on anyone's toes, but it still wasn't as easy going as working with her own. Still, it was a great team effort on everyone's part. She grabbed her gear and gave the group a wave.
The buzzing outside was dying down as darkness forced people indoors and by the time she reached Utopia Planetia, it was pretty deserted and damn eerie. She unlocked her door, dropping her tool bag to the side, and sank down on her sofa without even turning the lights on.
A flashing light on her desk drew her attention and she groaned. She hadn't had time to report to the colonel yet and this was most likely him checking in. Sloane pushed herself to her feet again and headed to the console. A bath, drink and a bite to eat then her bed. That's all she wanted right now. She logged in and checked her messages. Yep, the colonel, and many progress reports from MACO team leaders... and the gunnery sergeant. Damn. Buried as she had been in work, she hadn't given him the time of day since bumping into him at the hospital three days ago. And that reminded her. She should have dropped by the hospital on her way home this evening. Shit, shit. She would call Tom later.
She brought up Derick's message first.
*
So how to write an email without pissing off a MACO Major? Derick needed to write a book on this shit. Tennyson, HA HA. Tom could just kiss his butt. Instant guilt surfaced at that, since Derick hadn't had a chance to go check on Tom since this morning. Still, he figured he would have heard something, if not from 'Fleet security, then through the grapevine. Rubbing the towel over his damp hair, Derick sat at his desk in his room, staring at the padd like it was about to reveal the answer to life. He'd gone straight from the door to the bathroom, and into the shower. In fact, his uniform was still laying in a heap in there. A few minutes later, the padd still hadn't provided omnipotent wisdom so Derick sighed and keyed it on.
FROM: MarsRat
TO: S. McRae, Major
(Derick was half tempted to write the thing in Martian, just to expound on some of the frustration building up in him. No word! Not one. Not since they'd left Tom in the hospital after standing guard for him. She had his personal email - which they decided would be best - and yeah, everyone had been busy, but no time for a 5 minute howzit? Goddammit.)
Sloane;
How goes things? (Lame. Derick deleted it, shaking his head.)
How's it going? (Better.) Just got in from the Atkins farm. Spent the day in Earth Quarter, acting the packhorse for supplies to rebuild that row of houses that were taken out completely. I think that was you I saw doing the wiring. Remember, cut the blue wire. (Funny, big guy. Three days and no word and she'd been all for it back at the hospital. No word other than a rather comical exchange of:
"Major McRae."
"Gunnery Sergeant." Nod, nod, keep on walking. Not even a wink. Christ. What if she was having cold feet? Well, that just wouldn't do. Not at all. How many guys got their dream woman? Probably 10 percent, if that. And of that 10 percent, how many let that woman go because they couldn't handle her being a composed, guarded woman? Probably 5%. So that made... Derick grimaced. He hated math. Julian would know but he wasn't about to go bother his brother for some stupid statistic on dream women.)
So. What's up? With us? I know you've been busy, but this is a two way street. Like Tom said. Put me out of my misery, one way or another. (That last was a bit colder than Derick wanted and he deleted it.)
If you've decided to call it off, please let me know. I can understand if you don't want to risk this but make sure that's the reason. Please don't run from me.
(Running. She'd practically scampered away from him last time they met in one of those Three Stooges/Benny Hill skits like he'd had the plague. Fingers crossed, Derick hoped he was calling this one right.)
(Back to the message.)
You're tougher than that. You can face me, at least this one last time. It's about 2000 hours. I'm at home, watching a movie and sitting back with a beer.
DTR
Sighing, Derick re-read the message. Five more times. Finally, he hit the send key and leaned back in his chair before shifting tiredly to his feet in search of clean clothes.
*
Pulling away from the screen, Sloane let out another groan. She hadn't been dodging him; she had been busy. BUSY. They had a fucking colony to rebuild. What was this? Did she really want to hook up with someone who would always be whining about her work? Fuck. She unlaced then kicked off her boots across the room and they landed with a loud thud. She glanced at the other messages and decided on a beer first. And a shower. Too fucking stressed out for a bath now. Thanks to fucking Derick Rickman, who had managed to make her feel like a downright creep.
She downed half the bottle in one go before coming back up for air. She hadn't been a v o i d i n g him, damn it. As she got undressed and turned the shower on, she had to admit to herself that she had. A bit. "Bastard," she muttered as she moved under the spray. She wasn't running from him and she wasn't weak. Bloody hell.
She got on with soaping up as this internal conversation went on. Why did his message stung so much? It wasn't like she had ever paid attention to what people thought of her outside her work as a MACO. Why now? Why him? Get your fucking head out of your ass, will you? You know why. You like him. And there was truth in it. Actually, sister, he nailed it right on the head. That's what stung. He's a skirt-chasing son of a bitch that is more open and unafraid to go all out on his feelings than you.
Yeah, but I have to be the reasonable one here. Officers and enlisted. Bad mix. Bad idea. She slammed the shampoo bottle down. Excuses. She was making excuses and she knew it. She rinsed the suds off and got out.
Half an hour later, having caught up with Hayes and the other messages, Sloane was knocking on the door of one bloody obnoxious MACO gunny.
*
Clean sweats and a t-shirt always felt so great after a hot shower. Kicked back with War of the Worlds playing on the vidplayer, Derick honestly wasn't expecting to hear from anyone tonight. Even Sloane. So when the door was damn near taken down, it startled him to say the least. "Yeah?" he half-yelled, slapping the door controls to open it. Oh. Whoa.
"It's a fucking wonder Merrick hasn't popped you a new one by now, Rickman," Sloane growled as she pushed her way in.
"Come on in," Derick said in an overly polite, sarcastic manner. "He knows I can kick his ass." Keying the door, it swooshed shut behind him. Well, this was an obvious sign she'd received his email. In civilian clothes and.. Derick inhaled. Clean. Right out of the shower, if he was up to par on his smell.
Sloane snorted and crossed her arms over her chest. "Then maybe you should stick to that instead of trying your hand at writing." As soon as it left her, she regretted it. She could be such a bitch.
"I'm MACO, not Lord Fucking Tennyson," Derick replied, nettled slightly.
"Then quit trying to psychoanalyse me," she shot right back.
"Psychoanalyse you?" Derick chuckled and took a draw off his beer. "Nope. I was calling it how I was seeing it," he said, trying not to lose his temper or his restraint. She was incredible when she was hot under the collar, cheeks flushed, eyes literally flashing and it was calling to him, almost like it had that night.
"As you see it, huh? Not messed up enough out there for you to warrant your full attention for the moment? You think the people who still don't have a roof over their heads or power to their homes would like to know it's because a MACO major has been too busy making sure her new boyfriend isn't feeling neglected instead of working her butt off to fix things up?" Sloane spat back and nearly choked. Boyfriend. She had called him 'boyfriend'? With a groan, she pulled a face before looking away. "I wasn't running from you."
"You weren't? Seemed like it." Derick wasn't about to let her get under his skin with that remark about Gaia's needs. He wasn't being fucking selfish and needy, as she was suggesting. "Hell, it couldn't have been more obvious. I'd approach you and you would make a left flank and disappear. How do you know I wasn't coming to you for the electrical diagrams you guys gave us packhorses so we could put up the new walls without frying ourselves?"
Shit. Sloane glanced his way. "Alright. I might have gone a bit too much the other way," she admitted.
"Might have." Taking another draw off his beer, Derick let out a long sigh and this time, it was him looking away from her. "If you want to call it quits... Sloane..." Had he earned that right to address her by her first name? Funny thing to ask now, big guy. "Tell me." Blue eyes went back to her before refocusing on the couch. "If that's what this is about, then tell me," he said quietly. "But don't make excuses to me and don't avoid me. Please." The last was more sincere than Derick wanted to admit at the moment, but the thought was almost crushing his insides.
She opened her mouth to give him a buck standard reply, denying everything he was accusing her of, but even if it wasn't all true, part of it was. "I don't." Those two words left her loud and clear before her voice tapered off. "I'm just..." She sighed. "Think that it's just an other excuse if you want but the last thing I wanna do is get you into trouble." Sloane figured as a higher-rank, if found out, she might get away with it... that and Hayes. But as she thought on that she realised that Hayes might decide to not go soft on her at all - if the cargo bay episode had any real basis. Yeah, scratch that. He'd probably make an example of her and go after Rickman even more.
"And the condition of Gaia is also a real issue. I'm sorry. I get sucked into things and I forget about the rest... that said, I'm..." Fuck, why was it so hard. She had made her decision, why was it still like pulling teeth? "I'm not used to open up, Derick. And now juggling with having to hide it and not hide it..." Hell, she probably wasn't making any sense.
Though intense, Derick followed her thought pattern to a 'T', inwardly kicking himself for making her upset like this. Rubbing his face for a moment, he sighed. Dammit. Put that way and yeah, her reticence made sense. "Would you like something to drink?" he asked, changing the subject for the moment because he wasn't sure how to respond. Not when he couldn't tell whether the urge to hold Sloane came from his body or from the real need to comfort her.
"Sure," Sloane replied automatically, still tightly wound up, as she glanced around his lounge room. She hadn't noticed much about the place the last time.
"You want a beer or something else?" Derick asked, heading into the kitchen, rubbing his face again. The day had promised to be a long one, he knew that... just not this long.
"A beer will do." She watched him move, then turned to the screen and the old sci-fi movie that was on. Alien invasion. How appropriate.
A minute later, Derick handed Sloane a chilled bottle of beer, top off. "Look, Sloane..." His voice died off and he sighed as he indicated the sofa. "Forgot my manners...have a seat," Derick said, giving her a sheepish look as he reclaimed his on the end.
Feeling awkward, she eyed the three-seater and wondered where to sit. Where was it appropriate? This was behind closed doors, right? She took a swig and took a seat bang in the middle, next to him. "Sorry for biting your head off. You had a right to ask..."
"Yes, I do." Derick dared a hand to Sloane's jaw as he turned to face her. Pulling the back of his fingers against her soft skin, the touch was barely a whisper of what he wanted, how much he wanted. "I can be patient, Sloane. I just need to know what your decision is," Derick said, his voice low and soft.
"I want this... I do." But her voice was still wavering as she was still fighting internally with her well-engrained need to protect herself from losing someone else and her new need to stop waiting and seize the day, so to speak. The Yipikah, the planet-killer and the Klingon attack were all reminders of how short time could be but also of how much she could lose if she let anyone in.
"Good." His hand settled on her neck, his thumb idly brushing against it. Derick couldn't help it. He'd wanted to have Sloane in his arms from the instant he saw her at the hospital. To remind himself that he was still alive. But this quiet touch would do. "You want to stay and watch the movie with me?"
"'Kay." But even as she said this, she leaned in his touch, her interest in the movie a bare minimum. Her eyes locked on his, she moved closer so her hand could reach the back of his head and pull him forward. She stopped when her lips were barely apart from his and she could feel his warm breath on her face.
A thrill rushed through Derick so fast he couldn't place it and he closed the scant distance between them in a hurry, as if she might disappear if he dared to wait any longer. Only a heartbeat was needed and Derick leaned into Sloane, lips and tongue kissing and tasting her, his free hand finding hers. Good god, everything he remembered and dared not to forget on a whim... she was his.
Oh yeah, she had missed this. Him.
Annoyed with the bottle in her hand, she groaned at having to pull back to discard it to the coffee table. Turning back to Derick, her pulse rate quickened and her throat dried up just by witnessing the look on his face. She lunged herself at him, mouth fastening back on his and, as she deepened the kiss, a moan at the back of her throat, she shifted to climb on his lap.
Derick didn't need to say anything. His body was welcoming her back in its own way as she straddled him, cock going hard against the heat that was exuding from Sloane. The smoothly muscled thighs under his hands were gripped tightly, fingers flexing into them before Derick pulled Sloane tightly to him with one hand, his fingers immersed in raven coloured hair. "Damn...." he breathed, the two of them coming up for air but even that was too long. Derick nipped at Sloane's chin, his hand sliding up that toned thigh to cup her rear.
Sloane chuckled. "I had begun to think I had only dreamt this thing between us..." But no. It was still there, the connection. Urgent and potent.
Smiling, Derick licked her neck, his fingers sliding down the back of her pants. "That makes two of us," he replied, pulling her forehead to his. "It was all I could think about..." he admitted.
"You were on my mind way too much," she said, wanting to return some personal admission of her own. "Still want to watch that movie?" Trademark smirk before she kissed the corner of his mouth teasingly.
Playfully, Derick chased down her mouth and kissed her, holding her head in both hands this time. "Only... " Another kiss on her lower lip. "If you do," he said, pulling back the collar of her shirt to kiss the bone there.
"I'm back on duty a 0500." A simple statement she hoped underlined everything. Time was of the essence, a pace their relationship would be governed by.
"So is that a..." Derick kissed his way up to her ear, where he bit her ear lobe gently with his teeth. "A fuck me now, Rickman, so we can sleep already?" he asked with a grin. "Because we both have to be up at 0500 and reporting to our respective work sites?
Sloane returned a sheepish grin. "That and... well, make it more like a 0400 wake up call for me." Her hand snaked its way down to his groin and, squeezing what it found there, Sloane's grin turned wicked, her eyes darkening. "But you got the gist and so does he."
Blue eyes turned grey under her touch and Derick claimed that mouth again as he tugged her shirt out of her pants. "Mm.. I hate to do this, but Jules could be home anytime," Derick said, kissing her again. "C'mon," he said, shifting forward for her to get to her feet.
Sloane stood up and extended her hand to him. She needed the contact. Despite having rehashed this and decided, as soon as there was some space between them, she was starting to question herself again.
Getting to his feet, Derick took Sloane's hand and pulled her tightly against him, his free hand snaking around to cup her rear. Chuckling, he leaned down for a kiss, making her walk backwards.
She grinned back. "Don't bump me into anything too hard... unless it's what I want." Letting his hand go, hers went to meet behind his neck and she pressed her chest against his.
Grinning, he purposely backed Sloane into the oncoming wall, thrusting his hips against hers as he nipped her neck. "Not like this?" he teased in her ear, tongue flicking across it.
"Déjà vu." But Sloane didn't mind it at all. "Last time..." A shuddering breath. "...it was your front door." God, she could and would have stripped and fucked him right there too. Tonight wasn't any different. She tilted her head to give him better access, his touch there giving her delicious shivers.
Remaining there a minute, Derick thrust his hips against her again, testing the waters so to speak as his hand gripped her incredible ass. "Eventually, we'll get every wall in here," he chuckled, nipping at her neck again as he moved them off the wall. That thrust against her had put his groin in overdrive, tightening his cock hard and overwhelming him with the need to be inside her. No more playing. Not tonight. Growling as a rush of desire overswept him, Derick got them to his room quickly, hands already working on Sloane's jeans.
"In a rush so we can get to the sleeping part?" she teased while she held her hands away from her body, giving him a chance to undress her.
"In a rush to do this," Derick replied, closing his mouth over hers as he dropped his fingers into her pants, between her legs where she was damp already. "Damn woman..." he breathed, nipping her lower lip.
"What can I say? Maybe I'm in a rush too." Another teasing smile and then she attacked his own jeans.
"Just take my pants off, woman," Derick teased, working on her shirt and freeing her hair from it. As soon as he was freed, Derick kissed Sloane again, deeply and urgently as he cupped a soft breast in one hand, his thumb teasing over her nipple.
"Derick," Sloane let out breathily, as she tensed under the touch, all her senses firing. His jeans fell to the ground and she used her foot to work them off him as her hand found his cock. "Oh, hell," she groaned softly. "What are you planning on doing with this, big boy?"
"Show you I'm not a boy," Derick winked, moving his foot to help her finish with his jeans. Grinning, he hooked his leg around hers and dropped them both to the bed, his elbows catching most of him as he kissed her again. His cock didn't need any guidance towards her centre. All that heat and moisture made Derick growl as the head pushed inside. "Christ, Sloane..." he breathed, eyes closing for a moment as he sighed in contentment.
Sloane clenched her eyes shut, wanting to narrow down her attention to feeling Derick only. She had been dreaming of this almost every goddamn night. This was as good as she remembered. Was that even possible? There first time had been bloody brilliant. Slowly she shifted her legs to go around his and her hips started to move toward him, trying to take more of him in. "Pash, bashu."
There was not much resistance, though she was snug enough for him to feel the slick flesh around his cock. Smiling, delightfully giddy at all of this, Derick laced his fingers into one of her hands as the need inside him took over and he pulled out only to claim her again. No, she hadn't been a figment of his imagination and good god, she felt wonderful. Her skin against his, soft and scented, her legs around him. "Jesus you feel good, Sloane," Derick whispered against those pouty lips that had driven him crazy for weeks now. "So good," he commented on the end of another thrust.
Blinking her eyes open, they locked on his. "You too." His long, slow strokes in and out were making her moan and move under him. Her hands were caressing his back, following the play of muscles under his warm skin. He was so damn sexy. "Your ankle okay?"
"Mm-hmm," Derick replied, his pace steadying out as he found it. One hand caressed the length of her side, finding and closing on Sloane's thigh up over his hip. "Went away," he said, giving a short answer as he kissed her, blue eyes staying on hers, rhythm dictating his words.
Already terribly aroused, she knew she could reach her peak very soon. He could take her there with very little effort. Just to think how far from this place she was in her mind just a few hours ago made her appreciate it all the more. So steadily she climbed, moving with him, arching under his touch, hands feeling his body like a sculptor would studying a piece, until she was gasping and clenching around him rhythmically. "I'm close..." she breathed out.
Aching with the need to release, Derick felt her hands trailing heat across his skin until every touch jangled against his nerves in a path straight to his cock, straight to his swollen, tight sac. His eyes, normally blue, were grey with lust, a stormy, dark grey in which he could see only Sloane. "Come for me," Derick whispered in her ear with a soft groan. "Come for me, bashu..." His voice hitched and there was a plea on the last word as his stomach muscles clenched in anticipation.
"Hell, Derick" Sloane moaned before she whimpered and started moving hard and fast against him. Soon she was quickening around him and what had been lust and sexual pleasure until then became more in that instant. That link. A communion, body and soul. "Aw yes!" Her eyes rolled back, hands clutching at his thigh and back.
"Sloane!" That was the only thing Derick got out, as her orgasm drew him in, drowned him in quickening, clenching, draining pleasure that jangled his spine. "God, Sloane!" His voice was rough as he rode each wave she caused to streak through him with more frantic thrusts of his hips, filling all that lovely heat with his seed. Breathing hard, Derick kissed Sloane fiercely, passionately as he drifted in orbit with her.
'Oh, baby,' she mouthed against his lips, almost desperate, before she returned his kiss, pushing her tongue in to find his. Instead of relaxing, she felt the need to cling to him and so she did, legs locked tight on his hips, one hand clenching on his shoulder blade, nails digging, and the other sinking in his hair at the base of his skull.
"Sloane..." Derick whispered, a masculine whimper as he pushed a hand under her shoulders to hold her even tighter to him. He couldn't get enough of her, couldn't touch her enough. Nuzzling his cheek against her, Derick sighed contentedly again, happy to stay like this all night in a liquefied, boneless state of grace.
When she had caught her breath some, she raised her head to kiss his neck and suck on the skin, wanting to leave a mark. Letting her head fall back down to the mattress, Sloane regarded him. "I wish we didn't have to hide this..." Already, it was strong; it felt right to her. And they were going to have to behave like it was a stigmata.
"Well, I won't be able to hide that," Derick nuzzled against her cheek, his weight relaxing onto her. "God you feel so good, Sloane." Her words caused a surge of rebellion in him. When there were so few humans left, so many people left bereft of love and peace, how could the powers that be dictate who people could be with? How dare they? Shifting to his hands, Derick pulled out of her, giving her a tender kiss as he did so.
"It's below your collar." She gave him a warm smile and wink before she started to push him to the side so she could sit up.
"I wanted to show it off," Derick chuckled, letting his hands caress what he could touch as she moved. "You're staying the night, right?" he asked, kissing her shoulder.
"I'd like to." Still unsure about how their 'thing' should go. She wasn't used to this at all. Not when it had meaning. Grabbing his t-shirt from the floor, she glanced his way before putting it on. "Pit stop if that's alright..." she explained, heading for the door. Given Derick's height, the t-shirt easily reached mid-thighs. Wouldn't be a problem should she bump into Julian.
"Of course," Derick replied, distracted by her in his t-shirt. He'd always found that so sexy. Pushing back towards the pillows, Derick rearranged them into something resembling order and settled back into them. This night seemed surreal, like any moment now, he'd wake up.
Sloane soon came back with a glass of water, which she offered to Derick. Now in bed, the man was was slumped comfortably against the pillows, covers thrown back and showing all of his... attributes. Undoing her hair from the messed up braid, she stood there watching him, a small, appraising smile on her face.
Wow... he didn't recall seeing her hair down last time either and upon setting the glass down, Derick held his hand out to her, an almost reverent smile on his face. "I'd like you to stay too," he said quietly.
She slipped her hand in his and climbed into bed next to him. As she settled against him, lying on her side, part of her body covering his, she gazed up at his face. "You look like a cat who got the cream."
Brushing some of her hair from her face, Derick studied the raven locks until it fell from his fingers. "That makes two of us," he replied with an all too satisfied grin. Reaching for the covers, Derick shifted a leg between hers and settled the blankets over them. "Thank you for staying," he said.
"Thanks for having me." A contented sigh left Sloane as she burrowed in close, nuzzling his neck while her hand lazily caressed his chest. The hard work from the emotional last few days made her heavy-lidded and her limbs feel like lead. "Tell me about Mars. About Charlie..." She stretched slowly, pressed against Derick. "How did you meet him?"
Derick tightened his arm around Sloane's shoulders, his hand drifting back and forth across her shoulder as he smiled, eyelids already heavy. "My.. father used to go to his bar and one night he took me with him. Caught me picking pockets." Charlie hadn't told his father. Not when Derick had explained and Charlie had been surprised to learn Thom had another son, let alone the fact they were twins.
"Did he really? Aw, Derick..." Sloane grinned, trying to imagine Charlie's reaction. She also got the feeling it was a hard subject for Derick. She didn't mean to stir up unhappy memories. From their night at the Beasts weeks ago, she had gotten the impression Charlie was a good memory, but maybe she had read wrong.
"Aw Derick nothing...he made me suffer," Derick chuckled, looking down at her. "What about you?"
"Me... well." Sloane hesitated then finally said, with a little shame in her voice, "In a brawl."
Derick tried not to laugh. Honestly. But in the end, he gave up and shifted so he could watch her better. "In a brawl?" he repeated, leaning forward to kiss her lip.
She cleared her throat. "Laugh it up. It was so embarrassing after the fact. We trashed the place," she said with a wince.
Chuckling, Derick pulled her closer to him. "When was this? Must have been some fight," he said appreciatively. "Charlie doesn't let anyone trash his place."
"Back in '53. And yeah, some fight." It had been bloody and nasty alright. Nothing had survived without being damaged in some fashion. "Charlie broke my arm." Sloane shrugged before her eyes sparkled with mischief. "That's how I got the pool lessons out of him."
"Charlie broke your arm?" Derick couldn't help it; he chuckled again. Shifting one of his legs further up between hers, he grinned at her. "So what happened? You know you have to tell me now..."
Sloane adjusted her position and moved her crotch along his thigh like there was nothing to it. "He realised I had been trying to save his ass after all. You see, there was this street gang trying to choke his business, well, the whole neighbourhood really. "Turned out me and my squad put an end to it. But we were out of uniform, and from Charlie's perspective, we were just two gangs choosing his digs to fight it out. He and his shotgun fought back indiscriminately. The old guy, he was rarely ever wrong about anything, but he could never get over the fact he had called that one bad..."
"You're lucky you weren't shot," Derick replied, shifting his leg against her again to see what she would do. Couldn't help it, Sloane rubbing against him like that, soft curls brushing against his skin and a warmth he was drawn to. A flush raced across his skin and straight to his cock, making him semi hard. "But no, he was rarely wrong about anything," Derick replied, his voice a bit huskier.
"I miss him. I miss Mars too, in some sick way. So why were you playing pickpocket, young man?" Again, as she spoke, she moved, her face never letting on of what was happening under the covers. In response to Derick's leg playing between hers, her hand left his belly and traced the path of hair leading down to his groin. She tickled with a light touch her fingers the patch of hair there before moving to each hip and thigh.
Derick shrugged but his response was delayed as Sloane's fingers made his cock tighten even more. "I was... Jules needed shoes and my father wouldn't buy them. Charlie said if I needed money bad enough to steal it, he'd offer me a chance to earn it legitimately. Put me to work washing dishes." Another wave of pleasure rode through him and by now he was definitely hard.
She carried on ignoring his cock as she listened to him, but not his leg, which she smeared with her wetness as she brushed her sex along it again, slowly. How she could get excited talking about broken arms and fathers who refused their kids basic items of clothing, she didn't know, but she was all the same. Excited, hot and bothered. "Decent of Charlie, but what was the deal with your dad? You always had to looked after your brother?"
The dampness drying on his skin made Derick inhale deeply as he nodded. "Pretty much, until we got into foster care," he said roughly, wondering what she would think if he rolled her onto her back. Forget that. With a grin, he shifted his hand to Sloane's rear and neatly rolled them both over so that Derick was pinning her with his weight, his cock hard and ready.
Foster care? Call it an amazing capacity to multitask as she carried on processing the conversation while her body was trying to go into a total different direction. "I'm sorry," Sloane let out, her voice a little too husky for the subject. Desire burned in her eyes too as she gaze into Derick's face above hers.
Rolling his hips against her, Derick lipped at Sloane's chin. "Don't be," he said, his voice practically purring in the silence hanging around them.
Sloane sighed, her breathing picking up, and she pulled him down into a kiss. Her hips moved with his, teasing the length of his cock with her swollen folds.
Groaning softly, Derick returned the kiss, waiting until she'd positioned just right before pushing into her, his hips guiding his stiff cock into the warm pleasure between Sloane's legs. "Sloane..." Derick whispered, lust riding his tone. "Do you want me again?"
Sloane chuckled and nipped at his nose. "A bit late to ask, wouldn't you say? That said, if you have to ask, I'm probably doing something wrong..."
Derick didn't speak; he simply grinned and captured that incredible mouth again as her slickness allowed him to enter her deep and full. "You feel so good," Derick murmured.
Undulating beneath him, eyes half-closed, Sloane moaned her appreciation. "Not bad yourself. God, Derick." He filled her so good. Silk and smooth. Hot and hard. Her hands found his rear and she squeezed his cheeks, pulling him to her.
"Nails..." Derick lipped her chin as his hips continued, his teeth settling over her skin.
Sloane obliged as a rush of heat flooded her centre. Her hands squeezed harder, pulling and parting his luscious behind, and her fingernails dug in the flesh as asked.
"Yes..." Derick growled, smiling as he claimed her mouth, rough and demanding ownership as he slid a hand down her side, around that rear to her thigh over his hip. "Too sweet, bashu..." he murmured, Mars thick on his voice.
"More." Sloane smiled back, remembering what she had demanded of him that first night outside his place, then again once indoors. More. Her legs spreading wider, her hips met his thrusts, taking him in to the hilt, her breath hitching on every in-stroke. Her grip on his sweet ass changed and, straining to reach, one of her fingers brushed against his anus, teasing and testing.
Christ...Derick caught Sloane's hand in his. "Unh-uh," he replied, pinning her hand over her head, fingers locked around her slim wrist. That did -not- feel good, he convinced himself as he kissed her again, tongue making the demands now.
She let him take the lead and kiss her as he pleased, but when he pulled back for air, she gave him a cocky grin. "Didn't like that, Big Boy? Too much?"
Giving her a withering look, Derick thrust deep into Sloane, harder that time. Harder again. "Maybe I should pin your other hand, just in case you get ideas," he teased, biting along her shoulder.
"I think you like it," she let out with a wicked grin, her words punctuated by his strokes.
"I do not..." Derick replied as he bit her again. "Wench.."
Sloane shuddered at the feel of teeth and decided to pay him back. Her hand slid between his buttocks, and pressed and rubbed his puckered opening. "Just say it, baby. No shame in it," she breathed near his ear.
"Sloane.." Derick gritted his teeth against the sensation it caused, wondering why in hell it -did- feel good when it wasn't supposed to. "Please..." he whispered, feeling just that: shame.
She continued her slow movements, no prodding, just a caress and a little bit of pressure. She had taken him there the first time. Had never done that with a first time lover before. Somehow too vulnerable a position for her, but there was something that made him trust him. And it did feel good. And on him right now, it was incredible as every twitch he made under her touch, she was feeling his cock roughly jerk in deeper. "Please what? Tell me."
Yeah, please what....what? Derick groaned, the pleasure coursing through him at war with his head. "Sloane... please...." What would she think of him? Men weren't supposed to like this...but fuck a dead chicken, it felt damn good. Growling because he couldn't find the words, Derick flexed his fingers into her thigh, eyes shut. This.. thing.. she was doing was taking him down fast.
"Trust me." She twisted her arm so he would let go of her wrist.
Trust. Yes, of course he trusted Sloane. All this warring within reflected in his eyes as Derick lifted his head to look into hers. Trust. Yes...he trusted her but.. this... with a groan, Derick let go of her hand, burying his face in her neck.
"Hey," Sloane whispered, "you tell me to stop and I will." Her hand now free slid in between their bodies to find where they were joined. Her fingers encircled his cock, giving it a playful squeeze, before she soaked them with her own arousal. She went further, careful of his tight sac, and found his anus. Her other hand moved out of the way, leaving her slippery fingers take over. She resumed the caress in a circular motion, waiting for the moment when he would sufficiently relax.
"I trust you," Derick whispered, his forehead pressed against her cheek. "I trust you, bashu," he said, licking her ear. This was new, so new that the irony wasn't lost on Derick. How many times had he been in the position, coaxing a girl to let him do what he wanted? Too many...and now, the one woman he found he trusted above all else. Part of him felt weak, shameful while the other part of him wanted to be liberated.
"Thank you." Sloane kissed his jaw. "You're gonna love this, I promise, bashu." The only other man she had done this with had passed out, it had been so intense. So much so that Sloane had wished she had a prostate that could be touched and tickled in that way. She started moving her hips again, teasing his erection and keeping him aroused, and finally he felt prepared enough to her. She removed her hand from between them as the first one went back to the task, but this time, she pushed a finger in. With all the moisture, it slipped in fairly easily. "Bear down," she whispered, a hand on his hip to stay him, when she felt the first sign of resistance. "That's it." She pushed in a little further and pulled back. She teased him that way for some time, hoping he would ask for more.
Oh hell... "God, Sloane..." Derick's voice hitched on her name and he swallowed thickly. "More, baby..." he murmured, eyes closed, a quirk of a smile hiding on his lips. "Mmm.. Sloane..."
"Damn you're one sexy man, Derick," Sloane panted as she watched his face and the waves of emotions on it. She carefully worked a second finger in, sliding down a bit for better access but also taking in more of his cock. It was rock hard and bigger than she had ever felt it. "You made me feel so good last time, I wanted you to feel this..." In and out, her fingers carried on working him, stretching his tight passage. "So hot." She pushed in further, the tip of a digit finally brushing against a mass.
Something jerked along his spine and Derick gasped, sucking in his breath with a guttural noise as his nerve endings suddenly turned upside down. "D-damn.. Sloane!" he breathed, barely able to remember where he was. Shit, she wasn't joking.
Bingo. "You like?" She repeated the touch, a wide grin on her face.
"Like..." Derick panted, trying to maintain control. "Christ, Sloane...Don't.. no.. I'm going to come if you keep doing that," he finally got out through gritted teeth. "Yeah..."
"That's the idea, bashu." She licked his neck and jaw before fastening on his mouth. She was demanding but her touch to his rear remained careful and slow if relentless. A third finger joined the others and she carried on stroking in and out, every once in a while teasing that oh so touchy prostate gland.
Falling into her demands, Derick kept his rhythm with his hips, though he could feel his orgasm coming on. His thighs were strained, back taut. "Sloane..." Derick finally whispered, desperation in his voice. "Come for me.. pash... " he pleaded, some part of his mind hoping she didn't find him weak for wanting their climax together, for not wanting to go before her. "Pash..."
"Derick..." Sloane teased his ear with her tongue. "You come for me, ay-mer. I'm right behind you, I promise." She knew the moment he would go in this way, she too would find completion, and if she didn't, well, it was damn worth it. So she carried on, speeding up her thrusting fingers, keeping them in opposite sync to his cock so whenever he pulled out of her, he impaled himself on her digits. Her touch within was more intense now, almost incessant. "You ready?" Sloane asked in a rough voice after a while, knowing by now he would be impossibly near.
Grimacing, face half contorted with control, Derick buried his head against her sweat-sheened skin. "Pash...." he pleaded, panting. "Pash...jesussloane...!" His world, literally, turned inside out as Derick's voice choked off as he came splendidly, forcefully inside Sloane with a soft grunt for each thrust. "Godsloane...oh jesus..." he panted, hips riding each swell of pleasure inside him.
Her every caress translating back to her through his cock got her so close that she had to bite the inside of her cheek not to lose it before he did and cry out in the process. Therefore, when his first jerky move came, driving him so deep he hit her cervix, it tipped her over the edge with a loud groan. "Oh, wi, bashu! Just like that..."
"Sloane..jesus baby," he whispered fervently, voice accented with every push to claim Sloane's body. Christ, he was shaking...shaking! His thighs felt so weak and if Derick thought he'd felt boneless earlier, that was nothing compared to this. With a soft, masculine whimper, Derick submitted to Sloane, kissing her as tenderly as he dared, his hips still moving to drain his cock deep into her.
Her muscles still rippling tightly around his cock, Sloane responded to his movements with her hips. She slowly pulled her fingers out as her other hand caressed his back. "Shhh, bashu. Zo-zo..." she let out softly, the tongue from Mars coming to her without thinking.
Moaning as her fingers left him, Derick buried his face in her neck, licking and tasting her skin, nuzzling gently against her. "Sloane...oh my god..." he breathed, resting his weight against her.
"Worth it?" she teased him after a moment, rolling him off of her. Sloane moved with him, turning on her side to face him. Her hand went to caress his face, play in his hair while her eyes sought his. "Tell me, Derick. I didn't hurt you?"
"Hurt me?" Derick blinked, shaking off the last of that incredible, mind blowing orgasm. "No, bashu... not at all," he said, cupping her chin in his hand and kissing her forehead. "Not at all." Christ, she was gorgeous. Leaning forward, Derick pulled a strand of hair off her cheek and kissed her to convey his feelings.
Sloane gave him a warm smile before moving in closer to nuzzle his neck. "You're quite a man," she murmured, his show of trust not lost on her. With a long, slow sigh, Sloane pushed her leg between his and draped an arm over his ribs. Beyond that, she didn't think she could move. "I'm gonna doze off now," she let out quietly when she realised exhaustion had finally caught up with her and there was no way in hell she could fight it off any longer.
At this moment, Derick was quite inclined to agree with her. "Night, ay-mer," he said quietly, eyelids too heavy to do anything but shift half way open as he settled his arms around her, his cheek against the top of her head. After that he lost all thought, up until the alarm went off in the morning and he was still in the same position, Sloane not having moved apparently in the night. She felt good against him, like she fit just there, head above his pec and arm slung across his midsection and yes, her hair.. in a most un-McRae fashion, was spread all over her, her face and his chest. Yawning, Derick half nudged, half rubbed her shoulder. "Sloane? Time to get up..." A smile because he was too damn perky in the morning.
Sloane cracked an eye open, suppressing her waking instincts to jump straight out of bed. There was no need to. She knew where she was and with whom. And so she groaned, wishing she didn't have to run out to go shower and jump into her uniform. "Tell me it's 0400 and I have a few minutes to hit my place..." she asked, her voice roughened by sleep. She blinked and looked down at their entwined bodies. Yeah, she could get used to this alright. Glancing up, she was met by big baby blues and a hundred-watt smile. "I see you're awake..." she mumbled, dazzled, as her hand found another bit of him that was too.
Growling softly, Derick stilled her hand from over the blankets and kissed her forehead. "It is 0400," he replied, amused. "And yeah, you have some time to hit your place." Moving his arm to encircled her, he hugged her tightly.
"Okay," she chuckled at his reaction. "Was just checking... missed you in the morning last time." Though in truth, when she had woken up and stole away, it had been much later than it was now. But he'd been sound asleep then. She returned the hug, her arms around his neck and shoulders, then pulled away and kissed him on the mouth. "I'll see you later." She rolled away to sit up and get going.
"You better," Derick grinned back, taking the moment to watch her move under his t-shirt, how she stripped it off and started searching for her clothes. "I probably won't be back until late. My unit starts on the space port today," he said.
Pulling on her jeans, Sloane glanced up his way. "I can't guarantee tonight, Derick." She hoped he would understand she wasn't giving him the brush off. "I need to check in first. I don't know what's my rest of the day will be like once we've completed the Utopia re-wiring. I could be back on the NX-01." Buttoned up, she grabbed her bra and squeezed in before slipping into her top. "But I'll let you know." Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she started on her boots.
Sitting up behind her, Derick kissed the back of Sloane's neck. "I'm not asking for a guarantee," he replied softly. "Just letting you know I can't guarantee it either," There was amusement in his voice. "..and that I'm not blowing you off." Another kiss to the back of her neck.
"You better," she echoed his own words with a grin and closed her eyes for a moment, giving in to his touch. "Alright, I better go."
"Be careful," Derick replied, pulling her back so he could reach her mouth for one final kiss, a deep one that involved his tongue.
Sloane moaned appreciatively before pulling back. What she'd give to get back into that bed right now. "You too, packhorse. Don't want to do your back in."
"Nah, I'll be fine. Me-big MACO..." Derick grunted for effect as he let her go, waiting for her to move before he got up. He had time for a quick shower and hopefully, there would be hot water today.
"Yeah, I know." Sloane gave him a wink and out she went on the double.
Chuckling, Derick headed for the shower and twenty minutes later, with one of Julian's muffins in his hand, he headed out to his own reporting station.
...
OOC:
Martian graciously supplied by Jenn:
pash - please
bashu - baby
ay-mer - love
zo-zo: 'It's okay' - it's the comforting sound, and not the words.. like what a mother would say to a child. Also common to and used in very intimate situations.